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Xemorid - Dawn of Worlds PBF
ZZ:
Zorian notices that the new intelligent being appeared here. "Soon they will know the true religion. And by now I'll return to world shaping.". Zorian notices that land northwest is empty, so he orderes clounds there to harden and fall down. Also he forces the winds to blow permanently there.
Spoiler (click to show/hide)Power Roll: 2d6+7=12;
Power Used: Shape Land+Climate(Clouds&Winds) x2
Power Left: 2 (+1)
Vote: Yes
Gargulec:
Windstalker kept his promise.
He returned to the place in which he left his avatar, and smiled, proud of it, as he saw a hut, crude but standing against merciless winds, adorned with skins and furs of forest and mountain beasts.
He knocked at the door, three times. Soon, he saw his only child.
Indeed, she did what he expected her to achieve. She battled with the wild, and emerged victorious. She thrived. And though her scars from tooth, nail and torn was more than visible, they did not disfigure her- for they were proof of her power.
'You did well, daughter' he said.
'You left me with no choice'
Windstalker slowly nodded, noticing the poorly covered scorn in her voice.
'Indeed. And now, allow me to present you with my two final gifts'
He entered her hut, ignoring her protests. Dim light filled the interior, but Windstalker noticed the skulls of various animals painted in strange, hypnotizing patterns with ochre.
'I see that you hate me now' he continued his speech
'You left me alone, made me suffer... every wound I received, every day of starvation, every night of toil wasted to winds... Is not it all your fault?' she asked spitefully.
'But it made you strong' he replied dryly. 'But, we are digressing. I came here to present you with two final gifts. First, as you proved yourself worthy, allow me to share the secret of iron and steel with you. No longer will you need to use crude tools of stone and wood.'
And he taught her, and she listened to him.
'And there is the second gift' he said, when she her first blade was done. 'Progeny. In a year and a day, you will give birth to a new race. Race made in your image, not mine. They will venerate you as their Goddess given flesh, loving but unforgiving, harsh yet caring. Teach them what I taught you... And tell them that it is me, Windstalker, who made them live in such. I hope that their hate will be as powerful as yours. And tell them, that whispers in the wind are my voice, and should not be heeded. '
She gazed at him, surprised, but before she could reply, Windstalker smiled for the last time, and disappeared into the night, never to be seen again on the mortal plane.
It happened as he told. Year later, his avatar Ios gave birth to first of the elfkin. They were born with a shard of Windstalker power that gave them long lives, but otherwise, their bodies were weak, albeit with great potential. And though Ios tried to avoid it, not long after, she was considered a Goddess for them, their mother and protector.
Spoiler (click to show/hide) 2d6+8=19
Command Avatar (creating elves, neutral race), advance civilization (advanced metallurgy, advanced metalcrafting), 7 power remaining.
No for quitting the age.
Silhar:
"And The Harbinger of Nowhere called upon the Ocean to cut this land off from and to give birth to new beings, so they settled the wilds. And the waters obeyed."
-Book of Emergence, chapter five.
Spoiler (click to show/hide)Power : 2d6+2=5
Shape land once.
Left with 2 points.
Voted NO for quitting this age.
Aerdan:
Lord Atlaran gazed upon the world once more. His next moves were manifold: first, the glacier island was carved into a more pleasing shape. Next, a bay was created. An unfortunate result of the carving of the bay was the total desertification of the peninsula to the east.
Spoiler (click to show/hide)2d6+8 --> 18
Shape Land x5
Map
Age of Land, Round 6
Initiative and Base Power:
* Gargulec (7 Power)
* Silhar (5 Power)
* S.K.Ren (1 Power)
* ZZ (3 Power)
* Aerdan (6 Power)
Just as with last time, vote for/against advancing when you post.
Gargulec:
Time passed on the Island of Thorns as the elves matured. They formed tribes, warring each other and growing stronger. They became proud, proud people, who valued their freedom and their blades above everything else. They had no qualms about spilling each other's blood, and there was only one thing they feared... Night winds, and whispers they brought. They would shut themselves in their huts and houses when they came, afraid that mere listening to them could drive them crazy or corrupted.
Only one place was hallowed for them. The House Of The Goddess, little valley resting in the shadows of the Fanged Hand, highest mountain on the island. There, in small wooden house, their mother, their Goddess lived. No blood was allowed to be shed, no conflict was allowed to take place there. Goddess welcomed all who were brave enough to traverse many dangers that awaited on the road the the valley. Many perished on their journey there. Many more gave up. But some found their way to this holy place and returned, carrying the words of the one who gave them all life.
One of them was Cerbin, artist and warrior who lacked in strength. Knowing that he was not able enough to survive on the battlefield, he decided to seek advice from the Goddess. Barely, he made his way to her House. There, she found him weak and refused to speak him in the first place. But then, when he was about to live, broken, she noticed something that she was not able to describe. Spark of power in him. She invited inside, and did the best she could to kindle this spark into a blaze. Every night, she forced him to fight, almost killing him. Every day, she made him endure the winds and thorns, as she once did. Her heart broke, inflicting such torments upon him, but she of all could understand the need to do so.
And then, one night, what she hoped for happened. As Cerbin screamed in agony, something snapped in him. Earth itself shook as he let his dormant powers awaken. The reality bended to his will, and he understood that he was the first of his kind to mater the art of magic. Ios smiled, proud.
'You have done something unbelievable, son' she whispered, observing him sculpting the elements with but his will. 'I will not tell you what potential lies in this power, for you are aware of this already, are not you?'
'Indeed, mother' he replied, throwing ball of lighting high into the sky 'I know what I have to do. And, sadly, I am afraid that I must leave soon, Mother, for...'
She put a finger on his lip, interrupting his speech. 'I do understand, son. Go. Go with my blessing'
Cerbin returned, his power protecting him. He visited the chiefs all tribes, threatening them with his magic. They had to obey his command. And so Cerbin became the first ruler of Island of Thorns, though he did not dominate the island, merely forcing tribes to accept him as their sovereign. He also sought other elves that had this same spark of power as he had, and helped them harness it as he did. They became known as Crows, his most faithful servants. From amongst their midst, he picked a maid as fair as thorn blossom, and made her his bride. Thus, the ruler line of House Of Crows was born.
Meanwhile, on the mainland Windstalker laughed, observing the toil of other god and other races. He considered his work finished, and, honestly, found himself a bit bored. To amuse himself, he leaked a bit of his powers on the land, allowing hills covered in razor-sharp grass to grow, and populated them with vicious predators.
Spoiler (click to show/hide) 2d6+7=16
Advance Civilization (elemental magic, government), Command Avatar: Create Order (House of Crows), Shape land x1
1 power remaining
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